G-Scott - 4 Finger Ring Raps lyrics

rate me

Feat. Ibn Inglor

Yeah, all designer shit, everything deigner

Ah, it’s that 4 finger ring rap

Gemmy sky wing strap

She don’t wanna leave

I assure she got a jings jack

When she heard me rap

Dope shit, relaps

Xo tic tac, I’m tel full of key at

You say you work harder than who

I doubt it

Tryina get my cosmo limit, so yeah I’m bout it, bout it

Inspire of model pictures off mally up in the lobby

We fuck them pack up their things

And tell them to get a hobby

I swear, I swear, I swear,

I swear I’m not ass up

Just can’t deal with women

Messing round with my cash flow

13 hours shit, but I’m asking where my cash go

80 full of ...i might as well let my ass show

Bbc, how much it cost them

If awesome was a bitch, guess I’m fucking awesome

I just do it for the love like a married couple

And this shit that’s in my cup got me seeing double

Double d’s at the double tree

Shit I think I’m rick james1983

Cold blooded, her name what was it

Not too good with does, unless they come with a budget

And y’all talking cheap, shut up when talking to me

Walked in with 3 hoes, it’s feeling like Christmas Eve

Gifted, now light trees, baby jeez, I’m sorry about your leave

[Hook]

You’re now rocking with the man of hour

You’re now rocking with the man of hour

30 bad bitches taking champagne showers

4 finger ring, 2 gold chains

4 finger ring, 2 gold chains

4 finger ring, 2 gold chains

Don’t light up on the scale

I be heavy in the game

I went broke, came up

Still gave, no fucks

Team on the mill walk

Did it all, no bucks

Thought that I’d slow up

Oh damn, no luck

You balling on the bench,

I’m fin to jump tryina blow up

That’s c4, kill the gang chiefo

No hoes beef, now they barely rocking they clothes

I’m my own hero, count my month zeros

I ain’t dealing with you fuckers

If it ain’t about dineros

Been still the shit, pull up in the dealership

4 finger dope ring, describe just how I’m feeling bitch

Mixing magella, sorry can’t afford it

So cop it one my prophet, significally less important

More work to be less like work

And someone more like recording

Until then I’m in the zone 23 I feel like I’m Jordan

My next goes to hit London,

That’s overseas in the Lauren gold chains

You niggas is getting boring

[Hook]

You’re now rocking with the man of hour

You’re now rocking with the man of hour

30 bad bitches taking champagne showers

4 finger ring, 2 gold chains

4 finger ring, 2 gold chains

4 finger ring, 2 gold chains

Don’t light up on the scale

I be heavy in the game

Babe Dior, I be on that Mason

Margella shit, ivanci scars I be on

Spitting for my audience

Picture it, I’m switching shit

Flow so ridiculous

Gipsy bitch I’m getting with

And bitches in my kitchen in

No nigga, getting dough

Cause I’m thug nigga, thug nigga

Floss put the gold in the jar

Heavy chains got heavy chains on my heart

That I rock well

Black scale ...mores on my black ...

Ride around town, glory so inglorious

And glow on spit on 40

Hoping that this audience won’t 40 years flipping flow

...versace go for my nina, ...

Citizen of my people...so that I get the dough

And I blow with my niggas, oh

I, look at all the lovely people

I, look at all the lovely people

I, look at all the lovely people

I, look at all the lovely people.